And lucky for them, the day had been long and warm - the golden frost felt it in her bones, and felt the chill of the evening settling in her bones as the evening crept upon her and he. With the absence of the warming light soon it would be too cold to remain, but Kalina was a child of the high country. Her family revelled in the snow, danced and played and had been taught that winter was the safest time for them, free of the sight of those who might seek them with mal intent.
So when he came near, he was illuminated in the dying rays of light and she did not fear him. On the contrary, she spun in place, dancing lightly upon slender legs as her bright eyes found his.
“The winters often have bright days, even when the clouds cover the sky and all one can see is white… you just need to know the land,” she replies in a soft voice, a smile touching her face.
He did indeed stand taller than she, but she had no fear nor concern by it as it was a sight she was accustomed to. Those of her family and those she called friends from her home had been of such varying appearance, it was nothing strange.
And she had not expected such a quiet, peaceful greeting in this strange world.
“You carry yourself with pride, stranger, but I note the occasional misstep in your movement. Might I ask for your name?” she inquires, in that same voice as the wind pulled at her hair, sending in down her neck in a shimmering silvery wave. Just as the frost was bright and shining, so too was it strong and Kalina was not inclined to mince words. She sought a name for his handsome face, so she might begin to understand who he was.
And she smiles, all the while.